i am taunted by the last fly of the year. it keeps me away from my fire, my bed. the wind outside howls like a dog uncertain. — process note: like, you know, i have not written a poem in a while. my life is, like, complicated and busy. owning a business, going to the … Read more
like, you know, this prompt comes from MeatRightPoem, a, you know, writing site. WHALE MEAT why wish for your words when all but dogs disguise the fact that knowning what we want waits in juice inside clean bowls. thankyou
people, people, you know, like to ask me all the time: “Moe, like, should dogs on the raw meat diet, you know, eat anything, like, with their meat?” short answer: “Like, sure.” however, my MoPoWriMo answer is as follows: BANANA the smell of yellow love fills the air like fragrance set to sweeten the taste … Read more
i set myself to say not here when you call me or write but then how could i be that far away from my bowl?
I can’t believe it was only yesterday that I last ate supper Thank you.
to you i write for you i am with me we eat
in the portland rain one can only hope to find themselves not alone not without a fire not without a companion not without meat
so, like, april is meat poetry month and as a Ridgeback entrepenaur who deals in both meat and poetry, i, like, offer you my first meat poem for the month of april. april rain blood is washed away and I yes I am once again pure
the smell of blood at my door it must be the 14th for it is then that i see what it is
woman gone to work at night I crave the attention of wanting a bowl full of love of meat of love